Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.